A Wandering Thought

THE symbiotic relationship of nature is plain for all to see. The water and the plants. The sun and the trees. The seedlings incessant martyrdom. The animalia energy in the dirt. The seasons and their distinct colors. The wind and the aromas riding its back, voyaging for rest in the nostrils of the living. All of it, is the product of the Lord’s thought. When He spoke, “Let there be!” Earth and all its contents became. 

Disobedience is unnatural and alien and outlawed to Nature. Nature only obeys. Has the sun ever missed a day of work? Nature only seeks to please its Maker, in the same way ice only melts at a certain temperature. Nature’s beauty and destruction and mystery are by-products. Summer doesn’t groan at Fall’s arrival. Summer does not become bitter when it, like the seeds, must die and yield to God’s plan. Summer obeys. In obedience, Summer’s beauty grows like the talented child and evolves into a necessary good which creates need in the recipients. We would not know of the Sunflower and its insatiable thirst. The reptile kingdom would be extinct, and the cursed snake would be another story told over a campfire. I am positive the 4th of July holiday is now more culturally leaning than politically, but it too can only be found in Summer. Summer is needed as a man needs water or the beast needs rest. We can only understand Summer’s beauty and the Lord’s creativity when Spring obeys. Spring, Fall, and Winter illumine the value of Summer. Imagine… a year-round Summer. This would excite a child, but the man with purpose would utterly despair.

This has been written to teach: every relationship is symbiotic. Every relationship riddle must be solved because the Lord has given everything an order, but the work must be thorough as shortcuts will delay progress. Marriage, friendships, work-relationship, and acquaintances should be symbiotic. The only difference between us and nature is our free-well. We can choose. Let’s choose to grow with the seasons.

The very possibility of our loving is His gift to us.
— C.S. Lewis
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